sleeping all day is healthy!

I haven’t really been one to seriously put that much importance on sleep in my two decades or so of living.

I hated being asked to sleep in the afternoons as a kid. Older, I always had this mentality that I would be nuts to want to sleep any earlier than midnight if I’m not really required to get up at 4am the following day. I always prioritized finishing a book or at least a chapter (or two) of the book I’m reading before sleeping or even staying up the entire night to reread the latest Harry Potter book I just borrowed from someone else. It always took me lifetimes before I fall into blessed catatonia after going to bed in my warped form of insomnia and I always grumblingly wake up to the smallest noises like someone trying to turn my locked doorknob.

Now though, it seems like nothing else is as important as getting the shut eye for as long as I possibly could. Blame it on the reversed routine and vampiric lifestyle (minus the sucking of blood and all) but I’d really rather sleep these days than do anything else. As if nothing else could add to my life and make it better than just 30 minutes more of sleep time. Well, yeah, I occasionally get headaches from sleeping too much that could only be assuaged by sleeping a bit more until it passes, but those are rare and far in-between.

I just realized though that I have severely taken for granted the wonder that sleeping is. I feel like for the past few days, I have been trying to catch up to years and years of undersleeping (?) and waking up with just enough time to make it to the office with one more minute before work starts. I’d usually try to sleep as soon as I’m home, wake up in the afternoon for who knows what reason just to check the time and force myself to sleep again. I love sleep.

Something bugs me though. I can’t really remember dreaming for awhile now. Either my subconscious has nothing to say to me via REM or it’s blatantly ignoring me for not really sleeping as much as I need to. Oh well, it’d come back. I kinda miss waking up puzzled after another insanely weird dream I can barely remember a split second after waking up.

Oh well… a life well lived do consist of a lot more sleep than I would’ve thought.